Spook, aka Pooh Bear & King of the Hill,
was born under my bed as a surprise.
I rescued his mother and took her in.
Richelle, named after Rickle's Home Center
where I worked and rescued her from,
never looked preg.,
but about 2 weeks later we went from 1 cat to 5.
The night her babies were born
we were throwing rolled socks at her
to shut up her crying.
Eventually we fell asleep.
She was in labor, but we didn't know;
she didn't even drop.
we woke up to "mewwww mewwww"
under our bed.
We looked and then discovered
Why she was crying all night.
Four of the cutest little ones were there with
Spook was the runt and all black
with the exception of tiny white hairs
in groups of 3 all over his body.
Kind of like he had been Air Brushed here and
With loving care he grew to be 23 lbs.,
all muscle, and to the ripe age of 16.
He was such a loving cat
and a protector of all in his life.
Accepted all new strays
over the years as if they were his own.
Would put up with the "attack playing"
all kittens do, and teach them all the way things
were in our home.
You can see a little of him in all that crossed
He was never violent, always loving,
but I wouldn't want to cross him.
Even the BIG dogs in the neighborhood
would back down when he gave his STARE.
Shoot we would even get up and move
if he wanted to be where we were.
Children could pull his ears and tail
and he didn't care.
When they pulled his tail
he would lay down
so they could play with him and cuddle him.
Pooh Bear, that be SPOOK.
Created By Pam